the king of thinking and how he wastes his days

Meine liebeMeine liebe Posts: 203
edited April 2006 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
there was a grand old king
he was fat and he was pale
he had no goals or dreams
just a boat without a sail
he just thought thought thought
he thought his time away
all he ever did was think
to pass the time of day
and he never did shit
because nothing really made sense
and around his little castle
he built the tallest fence
and in that castle he sat
content with simply being
forever questioning the world
never touching, feeling, seeing
he just withered away in his castle
and no one really cared
because no one really knew him
or even knew that he was there
i wonder if he ever stopped
to think of the life he had spent
doing absolutely nothing
and where the time could have went
i hope youre not like he was
this lonely little king
that wasted all his days
and never did a thing
I used to do drugs. I still do, but I used to, too.

Mitch Hedberg
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Comments

  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    IF one's life were a garden patch,
    a land prepared to grow a thing
    mine would specialize in raising
    fruitless kings in lazy daises
    ordering the break-fast dishes,
    feasting on false hope and wishes
    unwilling with everything.






    (your poem rocks, meine liebe)
  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    This poem echoes ancient legend and folklore:

    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fisher_King

    It's a strong theme that seems transhistorical and universal to human experience.
  • twin1twin1 Posts: 902
    Very good read...thanks! :)
    Our love must not be just words, but True Love, which shows itself in action,
    No one needs a smile more than someone who fails to give one,
    After you die...you know how to LIVE!
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